Two additional items about my previous post:
– It looks like power will probably not be restored at work until Tuesday afternoon at the earliest. Keep those cards and letters going to my g-mail address.
– It was not a woodchuck that got into the transformer. It was a raccoon. Mrs. Bucktooth is relieved and overjoyed, but Mrs. Ringtail is inconsolable.
My work e-mail address isn’t working. Please use one of my g-mail addresses (William, then a dot, then Seligman) or the Acorn Garden one (again, with a dot).
The reason why the work e-mail address is down is that power is out at the lab. There was a serious transformer breakdown because a woodchuck crawled inside. Funeral services for Mr. Bucktooth will be scheduled as soon as we can contact Simplicity Memorial.
I just came back from seeing STID. Without spoiling: Benedict Cumberbatch is a great actor. He has the range to portray villains: nasty villains, noble villains, tragic villains. He could be Sherlock Holmes, the Doctor, Moriarity, the Master, or Richard III. But he’s not the villain for this film.
That, plus plot holes you could fly a starship through, and physics that suits the needs of the moment. I’ve been a Star Trek fan since 1967, and there was too much fan service even for me.
So only two photon torpedoes at best, and that’s as a simple disconnect-brain action flick. This is not Star Trek.